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Durarara!! – Complication

A little note about the rap: quite a few of the lines seemed to just be nouns with descriptions. I slightly modified those to become sentences. Also, there are a few cultural references, but I translated them to make them hopefully self-explanatory.

The low sky laments with a face that looks like it’s about to cry.
With nothing to do, I whittle away the hours.
With nowhere to spit them out, I swallow down my feelings
And spit out saliva mixed with irritation instead.

Harboring anxiety that everything might break down, I fear tomorrow.
I know that just looking at the day after tomorrow won’t reveal the answer to me.

What should I draw on the endlessly spreading, pure white tomorrow?
What should I draw on the tomorrow that’s dyed jet black by reality?
I struggle to shine.

I’m worried, and it’s kind of pathetic.
I can’t sit still; I’m running away from responsibility.
Things I want to do? I’ve got nothing.
I sneak up to the rooftop to smoke a Mild Seven.
Lunch at Saizeriya today wasn’t really fun.
My men look at me with worry in their eyes.
“I’m not crying,” I spit out.
Even if I pretend to be strong, it’s insanely hard.
I’ve gotten used to traveling on this gloomy road.
I finally bought the iPod that I wanted.
It’s playing some cheap, superficial rap
.
This cheap bag is heavy for some reason.
This place that should be kind and warm
Is depressing, so I throw open the window.
I feel like I’m going to be crushed by the pressure,
So I retreat to the park I always run to.

Harboring anxiety that everything might break down, I fear tomorrow.
I know that just looking at the day after tomorrow won’t reveal the answer to me.

What should I draw on the endlessly spreading, pure white tomorrow?
What should I draw on the tomorrow that’s dyed jet black by reality?
I struggle to shine.

Within this limited, tiny space of time,
Just draw your own hopeless self.
For now, that’s still good enough.

What should I draw on the endlessly spreading, pure white tomorrow?
What should I draw on the tomorrow that’s dyed jet black by reality?
I struggle to shine.

What should I draw on the endlessly spreading, pure white tomorrow?
What should I draw on the tomorrow that’s dyed jet black by reality?
I struggle to shine.